The Graham Effect (Campus Diaries, #1)

by Elle Kennedy

Or people with sunshine and rainbows in their backgrounds—they’re incapable of understanding why I want to keep that door latched and locked. Behind that door is nothing but darkness and pain. Who wants to trudge through that filth? To ruminate and rehash? Best to always keep the door shut.

I don’t know what it is about hockey players, but I find that all of them are insane. Sexy but insane.

“All I’m saying is, you can’t prove wormholes don’t exist,” Beckett is contending, even as he texts on his phone with some chick. He’s a solid multitasker when it comes to time travel and sex.

I tune them out again. I already have to deal with this at home. I’m not allowing Beckett Dunne to ruin my life on campus too.

Wow. Apparently you can’t have philosophical conversations with butterflies in front of children anymore. People are so close-minded.

Oh no, he didn’t. And ironically, it’s not my reaction he needs to worry about. He just called me immature and graceless in front of my asshole husband, my asshole brother, and my asshole father. That’s bad enough. But it’s the mama bear he triggered.